Ergebnis für "The Magic Stone" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

Also kommt er nach Mystic River, einem kleinen, verschlafenen Örtchen, und trifft dort auf die Kinderkrankenschwester Faye. Zwischen dem selbstbewussten Oz und der scheuen Faye knistert es gewaltig, aber beiden ist klar, dass aus ihnen nicht mehr als eine Urlaubsaffäre werden kann. Als Faye feststellt, dass ihre Romanze zu einem Problem geführt hat, um das sie sich gemeinsam kümmern müssen, ist Oz längst wieder in Midway, und Faye kennt nicht mal seinen Nachnamen.

Welcome to Half Death Academy. That's what they call my new school - because only half the students survive. Rule number one: Keep your head down and don't mess with the four gorgeous demigods who rule the school. Rule number two: When the demigods try to kill you, lie down and die.Too bad I never was very good at following the rules. And when my forbidden power awakens, I'll make them regret they tried to make me their bitch.

Family. Responsibility. Stability. As the co-CEO of Bayou Enterprises and the eldest of the Boudreaux clan, Beau is the epitome of these. Now that his baby sister, Gabby, is happily settled down, Beau has moved into the company loft in the heart of the French Quarter to be closer to his office while his own home is built. He doesn't have time for anything but the family he adores and the company that drives him. If only the bewitching owner of the herb shop downstairs from Beau's loft weren't so damn tempting.

Presley Marks has just become a cliché: the jilted bride. Wearing a white dress, standing in front of her friends and family, she announces that her fiancé - according to his text - has forgotten about the wedding. Humiliated and angry, she hides from the world in the mundane routine of her life. Working at the Clifton Forge Garage isn’t glamorous, but it’s safe from the spotlight. At least it was, until Shaw Valance comes to town.

My name is Margaux Asher, and I’m in love. Crazy, right? Me, the girl who grew up in the lap of luxury and the shadow of cynicism, is now head-over-heels for an apple farmer’s son. He rocks my world and steals my breath, and he loves me for me. Trouble is...he wants all of me. How can I commit that to him if I don’t know who "me" is? There are pieces missing - and not just mine. Unless Michael opens up and shares all of himself, our great beginning won’t ever become a lasting magic tale.